This is a song about "Its sunday"

Its an imagination

It ain't where i been

Two reflections into one

Its affecting adrenaline

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

I'll have your ass by sunday,

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

Uh, its elementary

I'd done stacked many

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Its obvious im hot its obvious you cold

I get dressed in my sunday best

I can only love you when you’re undressed